A pair of tiger heads

  When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor told me the results of the examination. It wasn't a serious illness, but rather due to excessive fatigue, smoking too much, and inflammation in my lungs, combined with some malnutrition leading to anemia.

  Carrying the corpse, transporting the corpse is all hard labor, every day going out early and returning late, basically can't even eat a mouthful of normal hot food. And with me, this good-for-nothing niece dragging him down, every day just noodles to fool him, thinking about all this, I feel guilty for his upbringing over the years.

  Ming Yan stood by my side, watching me stand guard beside the bed with a guilty conscience and tears in his eyes. He didn't know how to comfort me, so he could only silently stand watch until Uncle woke up.

  Uncle probably didn't expect that just a minor cold could drag him down like this, after waking up he wanted to go through the discharge procedures, but I firmly pressed him down.

  "I've already informed the head of the department, I've asked for a month's leave for you. For the first half of the month, you'll be recovering in the hospital, and for the second half, you'll be recovering at home. I'll work in the mornings and take care of you in the afternoons, so don't think about going anywhere this month, just stay with me." He always tries to placate me by saying I should take my medicine, but this time he's not getting away with it that easily since I've fallen ill from exhaustion.

  My uncle couldn't outdo me, so he had to stay in the hospital for treatment, but he refused to stay in a single room and insisted on going to a cheaper double room to save some money. In this regard, I couldn't outdo him either, so it's even between us father and son.

  They are a very down-to-earth couple, the husband's surname is Zhang and his wife's surname is Wang. The one who fell ill was the husband, it seems like he has suspected lung cancer and needs surgery, but they don't have enough money, so for now he can only stay in the hospital to receive injections and be observed.

  I'm not around in the daytime, and I don't feel at ease with Uncle wandering around by himself, so I bought some fruit and gifts to comfort them. In any case, it's good that there are neighbors who can take care of me, and I can be more at peace.

  It's been a week, and Uncle's condition has improved significantly with medication and rest. Even his pale face has become rosy. Maybe it's because I've been trying to cook for him, and now he eats three meals a day normally, and his mood is relaxed, which has cured all his illnesses.

  That afternoon, I cooked chicken soup and sent it to my uncle. As soon as I entered the ward, Wang's aunt came out from inside, her eyes were red and looked like she had cried.

  I observed that their lives were very simple, even when they were sick, the food was only occasionally meat-based vegetarian dishes. My uncle didn't eat much, so every time he would first divide his share in half for them, and they were not disgusted but instead very grateful.

  After that, I brought out two more portions of food each time, I could understand my uncle's meaning and help if I could, it was also good to do some small favors.

  This time is no exception, still three servings of chicken soup. Wang aunt saw me and forced a smile, wiping away tears and greeted me: "Xiao Yue came, your uncle just said you were coming."

  I didn't expose anything, I was just joking: "You must be tired of my slow speed, I made chicken soup today, Wang Auntie and Zhang Uncle will have some later!"

  Aunt Wang smiled at me with gratitude, but the smile was bitter and sad. "Thank you for taking care of us these days. Uncle Zhang didn't have a good fortune today and couldn't drink."

  I stared at her, "Why? What happened?"

  "He was rushed into the emergency room." At this point, she burst into tears, covering her mouth and sobbing, shaking her head and saying: "I won't say any more, I have to go get the remaining surgical fees, otherwise..."

  She finally couldn't say anything more, patted me on the shoulder and ran towards the elevator in the corridor. Watching her leave, I felt a bad taste in my heart.

  Ming Yan stood beside me, gazing at the back of Wang Shu who had already entered the elevator, and patted my shoulder to comfort me: "Don't worry, they are a long-lived couple with kind hearts, good people will have noble assistance."

  I tilted my head and stared at him, this phrase sounds like a divine mantra no matter how I listen to it, and I didn't know that this guy also had the potential for precognition. It's a bit infuriating, is he mocking me? Zhang Shu is a kind person, am I the evil one?

  "Can't help but sneer: 'You mean I'm not a good person, is it a short life?'?"

  ……

  Ming Yan was speechless, and could only smile bitterly. His clear eyes made me feel like he wasn't trying to deceive me again, so I didn't argue with him and pushed the door open to enter.

  Seeing uncle staring blankly at the empty bed next door with a sigh, he didn't come back to his senses until I came in.

  My roommate entered the emergency room today. My uncle's appetite wasn't very good, and he only ate a little for dinner. He looked at me with a heavy heart, wanting to say something but hesitating.

  I've never seen him so hesitant, and I couldn't help but ask bluntly: "Uncle, what do you want to say to me? Can't you just be straightforward and not beat around the bush like this? It's annoying just watching you."

  Uncle took out his bank card from his wallet and handed it over to me. I took it but didn't understand, staring at him, "What's the meaning of this?"

  "They, the surgery fee is short of 40,000, Qinqin has already sent 30,000, still short of 10,000, I think..."

  I let out a long sigh, patted my forehead with my hand, and this old good man was being overly kind again. I stood up, poured another bowl of chicken soup, "Stop, hold on, you drink that bowl of soup dry, and I'll help you get things done."

  After listening to me finish speaking, the uncle's face, which had been shrouded in dark clouds, finally revealed a sunny disposition. He picked up his rice bowl and started eating.

  Ming Yan's eyes were shrouded in a haze, staring at Uncle and me. At first, he was surprised, then admiring. I didn't understand what was admirable about us, a pair of tiger-headed uncle and nephew like us.

  But knowing he's doing stupid things, I somehow didn't stop him and joined in his craziness, sigh...